Tuesday, November 24, 2015


I gave you lust and genitalia so you can procreate
Spread across the planet with your kind
Master the land the sea and the skies
Spread wanton destruction on your scorched paths
For which you shall be grateful
And pay me by blood, in full
Children of pain and dying hopes

Monday, November 23, 2015

Old One, Again

The Old One told me there is no evil but the underbelly of the sacrificial holiness. No light without darkness, and no love without hate.

Duality is the law of this existence, and so shall it be the bane of this realm. Let there be no prudence without ignorance, and no peace without horrors.

Friday, November 20, 2015


Is three pair really such a crowd? If it is so, could it perhaps explain why the Judaeo-Pantheon is such an oppressive and confusing matter? 

Didn’t we first learn about a divined triad form the Egyptians? Was it a crowd back then too, when Amun, Ra and Ptah had to co-exist in the Sinai pantheon? 

Was it equally crowded when Josef and Mary and their newborn baby huddled together in a barn, and welcomed the three wizards, who were led and witnessed by the unholy star?…

Thursday, November 19, 2015


What would be better to commemorate the slaying of a leader, than to slay one’s own flesh?

So bring your knives to the hills and forest, tonight, mighty disciples of the infinite light….Let the night bath in blood as the supreme leader hath done to our enemies, in times immemorial…

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Old One

I have had a most intriguing meeting with the Old One, last Samhain. It must have been the most inspiring banquet I have ever attended.

A dinner fit for a wise King and the hardened souls of infinite light…

Thursday, October 22, 2015


Man is, essentially, wicked. Therefore, the need for men to be whipped with a Moloch-ian flaming, searing, flesh ripping lash, is, essentially, unavoidable and very much warranted. 

Wednesday, October 21, 2015


I believe in the subtlety of Magick, ever primordial and imminent, lingering within the threshold of the conscious and subconscious mind, the cleavage and the breast of the ancient, universal goddess… 

True Magick, which lifted my spirit when burdened by the throes of life, and soared me up to unfathomable heights when burnt by the ecstasies of life…An Old Magick, that reminds me of Home…

Saturday, September 19, 2015

The Old Craft

I am a being of immemorial light and endless possibilities, am I not?

What I think and want from whatever falls unto my senses, shall be so. An old cross, a dark sky, and a whole saga to bear… 

My stories are as old as my luminous being, cast down to this mundane realm by mischief, they shall survive and thrive, at the precipice of every evening tide ...

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Lost in the Moment II

Give me access to the infinite skies of primal chaos and I will find myself a creeping, desolate world of nightmarish yearning…

Where darkness is a swirling mass of potent life force, churning in isolation and silence, lying in wait for the imminent days of destruction…in constant muttering of cataclysmic mantras

Tuesday, September 15, 2015